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October's Bright Blue Weather

O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;

When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And goldenrod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;

When gentians roll their fingers tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;

When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;

When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;

When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;

When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October's bright blue weather.

O sun and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather.

-- Helen Hunt Jackson

Song of the Gardener's wife (or I am the canning Queen )

What is hotter than the beating sun on an August afternoon,

What is richer than the lush,heavy, green of the garden- full of life, buttereflies, birds,bunnies and the slugs... oh, the slugs

Who is prized more than the gardener- laboring, watching, coaxing the soil's gift,

What brings more memories than the bittersweet rhubarb- summers and pies of the past,

Can this all be captured in a glass jar, placed on a shelf where it waits for winter and then it's promise is released, savored, uncomparable to what other things we call "food",

How grateful am I for the chance to share this taste, this season, this bounty

In response to an inquiry regarding copyright

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*The above forewording may not be recreated, re-represented, and/or relicensed in a manner that does not directly institute one of the following motives of republication: Wooing and/or poetic impression upon susceptible female parties, being presented as evidence in a casual or formal debate upon whether one party has indeed been bestowed with the divine talent of literal expression, or insertion into a verse of one's own at a location where it would fit better than pair of fresh nikes on a gypsy's foot.*